Frustration Diffuser Prints

'Unbelievable money maker.'

The Lion, the witch and the flat-pack self-assembly wardrobe: lion and witch putting a wardrobe together.

"The problem with these instructions is that they assume I have the attention span to actually read something."

"My boss says I intimidate people. . . so I stared at him until he apologized."

Tangled Earphones Support Group.

You guys were right! Screaming profanities is more satisfying than howling these days.

'... Further to our telephone conversation of the 3rd, my fax of the 11th, my letters of the 16th, 23rd and 28th, my emails of....'

You May Bang Your Head Here/You May Talk To Here.

"Appointments. Disappointments."

Broken since March

"I'm considering going client side. That way I can still be an a*****e and actually get away with it."

List making as therapy.

"After giving them the runaround for five minutes, pass them on to anger management."

Moanathon.

'I'm about to have a tantrum. What are you doing?'

Desktop Print Hell: '...an eternity of different printers and no windows driver...'

"The boss just stopped and squinted at me! Either I"m in big trouble or he's lost is glasses again."

Patience Tested While You Wait.

Self Checkout

"Yes, I know what's going on in the world. That's still no excuse for my Internet being down all day."

"There's just so much hostility I can dish out in one day, and still get my work done."

Twisted Peel has a bout of road rage.

'This is the fourth single woman to attack the Valentine's display this week.'

"Sorry, but road rage is next door. This room is for people who get frustrated with their compute and take it out on their keyboards."

"The instructions must be hard to understand, because along with the number to customer service, it also has a number to an anger management counselor."

'You made $50,000 less than in the previous year? Gee, I really feel sorry for you guys in the private sector.'

Surface Tension

Honey, I'm stuck in another pot-hole!

New Listings From Frustration House.

Struggling with unwilling computers.

"Sorry about the expletive."

"I'm going to put you on hold for a few minutes...to see if you totally lose it."

'You do realize this means war!'

"Have you tried doing the thing you just told me you tried?"

"In twenty-five expletives or less, what sort of day did you have?"